Without A Trace

Sixty-Three.

"Before we go to Alfies we need to stop by the manor Cora," Ivy said as she lights a cigarette. She takes a puff off of it and sets it down in the ashtray in the car. "If Thomas finds out through Alfie about this its going to ruin our chances of building a business and be partners," She says leaning back in her chair.

"Alright alright," I sigh looking out the window. I look back towards the girls and cross one leg over the other, "Hand me that phone," I say motioning to the phone I had installed into the car.

Ivy leans over and hands it to me as I take it and dial the number to the manor. My breathing picks up and my heart starts pounding as my anticipation grows for someone to answer. I lick my dry lips and tap the side of the door as it rings.

"Shelby residence," Thomas says on the other line. I can hear him inhale a drag off of his cigarette.

"Thomas," I say pausing, "The girls and I are coming over. We have a business deal for you and the boys," I say exchanging glances between Anna and Ivy.

Thomas pulls the cigarette from his lips and exhales sharply, "I'll be sure to have them ready," he says in a short tone before hanging up the phone.

I set the phone back down and take a puff off my cigarette, "Home sweet fuckin home," I say blowing the smoke out the window.

After what seems like an eternity the car comes to a halt in front of the manor. I look between Anna and Ivy, "You ready?" They nod in response as the door opens and the girls get out of the car, I follow close behind them.

Danny opens the front door to the manor as the girls and I walk through the familiar doorway and down the hallway towards Thomas's office.

Aurthur turns around and furrows his eyes watching us walk towards the french doors. In the midst of pouring a drink it overflows and starts to spill over the edge onto the floor. He jumps back slightly, "Shit," he mutters to himself as he puts the decantur down.

Michaels stands there staring at his wife as we enter the room and each take a seat in front of Thomas's desk. Michael glances away from Ivy and locks eyes at Lewis who is sitting in a chair next to Thomas's desk. Lewis runs his hands into the inside of his thighs as he adjusts him self in his seat before meeting Michaels gaze.

"Hello love," Ivy says to her husband as she bites the inside of her cheek.

Michaels face grows hot as he pauses for a moment before turning towards Thomas, "What the fuck is that?" He asks motioning to the girls and I.

"Sit down Michael, we're having a business meeting," Thomas says as he clears his throat meeting my cold gaze with his own.

Anna puts a cigarette in her mouth before meeting Lewis's eyes, "Got a light?" She asks him. He doesn't say a word while keeping eye contact as he reaches over to her and lights a match, holding it up to her cigarette end.

She takes a few puffs off of it before leaning back in her chair, crossing one leg over the other, "Thank you," she says with a small smile. He just nods his head in response to her before turning his attention to Thomas.

Michael takes a seat across from his wife and folds his hands on the desk. He glances towards the door and watches Polly make her entrance.

She stares at the girls and grows disgusted before rolling her eyes to Thomas, "Oh lookie...your wives are back."

"Polly if you want to be part of this business meeting then have a seat and keep your mouth fucking closed," Ivy says to her as she shoots her a dagger look. Anna and I raise our eyebrows in surprise at Ivys tone. "But if you are going to be in here to waste time, then don't waste my time having to share the same air as you and get the fuck out," Ivy says cocking her head to the side slightly.